Bren K. Boren

Bren was one of my first friends when i moved to utah. He accepted me for who i was. He introduced me to other friends leroy and mike who were also accepting. Ive been searching off and on for the last 12 years with only my memories to go on. Everytime i would run across an obituary i said to myself this cant be bren. Today i found shylers obit along with poppa don and momma bonnies names attached and my heart sunk. 15 years too late. I have to take solice in the kind words of his many...

For all those of you who find your way here, I have created a facebook page in Bren's honor for all those who held him close. I married his brother,Chester in 2007. The way this family speaks of Bren, the love in their eyes when they tell me about him,and the things they have shared with me have awed me over the last 8 years my husband and I have been together. I want to do my part in helping to keep his legacy very much alive for all of us. He was an example and an inspriation to so many;...

I miss the trenchcoat! The many paladium videos dancing til we dropped.my friend the way your words made the night slip away walking home at sunrise from the hidden barn u me and bob! 86'summer

4 years and 8 months ago a good friend of mine died, and I didn't even know about it. I love the fact that we all have the many methods we have for communication today, I'm sure Bren would have been on The Facebook, or something like that and dazzled us all with his art and incredibly daring style. I've been searching for him for the past few years, only to find out I'm too late to see his smiling face again. Bren was my best friend in the 7th and 8th grade. In fact he lived with me for a...

My first encounter with Bren was interviewing him for a photographer opening at…yes…the illustrious Olan Mills. He was this shy, returned missionary guy, with glasses, and a black trench coat. However, after talking with him about photography, I knew, this cat had depth of field. Man, he had the gift--he had “it.”

I didn’t realize this, until losing him; our paths seemed to cross every couple of years, from working together at Fotogenix for a few tours to Busath, etc. I loved...

Farewell, my friend and confidante!
As you go, so must I
Return upon the well worn path
Each soul must travel by.
Wend where you will my wanderer,
Even as you stay
Long-treasured in my lonely-heart,
Loved well, though far away.
Bren-Bren,
I am at a loss for words. An unusual occurrence we both know. As unusual as our friendship. From the first day we met. You a timid, quiet, skinny little return missionary, still jet lagged. We...

Bren was one of the most genuinely sweet, kind men I have ever known, and his passing just breaks my heart. My love, thoughts, prayers go out to all of you, family, friends, Becky and the boys...Bren was a true artist, who changed mediums with a flawless grace seldom seen these days in digital format. He was still able to capture the ‘moment’. Amazing. I will still think of him with his beloved Bronica, though....His gifts in the visual arts never ceased to move me. Photography can be such an...

Dear Bren,

Thank you for enlightening my life... For sharing the joy of your life and developing an everlasting bond between two friends in different worlds.

Thank you for embracing me into your family, your home and teaching me the ultimate meaning of love and patience.

Thank you for capturing the most enjoyable and important days of my life with your talent.

Thank you for your memory.
I Love you.

Matadores monkeys a millions balloons, as we walk through the sea to the sand, knowing full well that we are perfectly tuned as we skip through our hearts hand and hand. No sense in fooling we're covered in dreams, having too much fun flying to land. going waste high in ten colors of green ,We're so small but we feel oh so grand. Will we be older, will music be heard, will we all meet again at the end of the world.
Bren, you were the most christlike person I ever knew. I will stand as...